Two days later, in the chieftain’s fortified house which was reconstructed hastily.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!” A rank 1 lizardman who was bound by ropes had his eyes gouged by Larissa Agatha’s pale white hand. Her thin fingers, which seem fragile, are able to exert strength so great that the nerve endings of the lizardman’s eyes are plucked effortlessly.
For some reason, other than the fleshy tendons that connected the eyes with the brain, she did not damage the nerves, therefore conserving the lizardman’s body from unnecessary damage.
“Ahn~ nnn…” She moaned as she ate the eyeball. While licking her bloody fingers that plucked the eye. Her wet juice was heavily dripping under stimulation, yet she acted as if she couldn’t feel the sensation.
“This is bad… I thought that I could reach climax, but no matter how much I did it, I can’t…” She kept rubbing her fingers and mastrubated with higher intensity, her thigh already dank with fluid.
Feeling the lack of stimulation, she extends her finger once more towards the lizardman whose eyes have been plucked. Her finger suddenly combusted with dark red fire that contained a bit of chaotic black lightning within.
This was one of her two demonic fires.
The demonic fire latched onto the poor lizardman, it mutated the lizardman's flesh as well as burning them. Dark red veins of corrupted flesh spread at the lizardman’s body, he convoluted uncontrollably. The lizardman screamed atop of his lungs due to the torment, yet Larissa did not allow the demonic fire to spread.
Bathed under the torment of the lizardman, Larissa Agatha’s excitement increases. However, she frowned because the scream only came from one source.
“When did I tell you to stop?” She asked, turning from the burning lizardmen, her tone is as cold as her Chronophagous Hoarfrost.
The other lizardmen who are not tightly bound with ropes felt their scaly scalp tingle. Her murderous intent so sharp that it could affect the minds of rank 1 beings.
The lizardmen who were subjugated but not enslaved with her methods had no way of measurably defying her. They continued to torture their own kin to satisfy the sadistic nun’s whim.
She, who enjoys immersing in the torment of the lizardmen, started another round of mastrubation. She immersed herself in a throne made of warm lizardmen flesh, continuing to play with herself in response to the physically and mentally tormented lizardmen.
Despite the increase of entertainment for the demonic woman, her desire could simply not be satisfied. “Mordred… Ahn~ I want you to make a mess out of me…” She whispered, but she simply could not reach climax.
She, unironically, froze for a moment, an lascivious idea appearing in her head. Using the moisture in the air, she collected it and froze it to produce a replica of Mordred’s genitalia. She immediately started ramming her holes with it. “Ah~ This is… Hhn~ better than… using my own finger.. Ahh~”
The lizardmen can only watch in fear while inflicting pain to their own clansmen. Those that they tortured are the ones that defied Larissa’s orders. It was better to be the one who tortures rather than the one being tortured.
Larissa’s movement with her hand increases, her warm, meaty “throne” already drenched from her pussy juice. “Mordred… I will step you beneath my heels and… Ahn~” She indulges herself in what can be only described as vicerally detailed revenge rape against Mordred, the one who “killed” and enslaved her for decades. “Why~ Why can’t I…” she whimpered in frustration.
At this moment, her body convulsed, her undulating vagina discharge sexual fluid mixed with blood- both her blood and that of her victims- in a force that caused the torrential stream to catch what little sunlight strone into the room. She then lost control of her body for a brief second, having seizure-like convulsions, eyes muddy from the climax.
Almost a moment later, her muddy eyes returned back to clarity, her hand movement restarted with an unending lust. “Mordred… why… why? Even though I’ve done things this far, why can’t cum by myself…” She whimpered in frustration once more as her vaginal walls had already bled due to the abuse.
The lizardmen who were forced to participate weren’t surprised at this. Some of them who survived from Larissa’s selection knew that the crazy woman had climaxed 187 times in these two long days, like she was cursed by something so that her mind does not register the climax. It was so bad that her body’s extreme regenerative factor could not outpace the damage that she was doing to herself.
Naturally, the resentment of being forced to torment their own kin made the lizardmen feel a tinge of satisfaction at Larissa's condition, but it was still an unpleasant, if not highly undignifying display, but even so, no one dared to say that.
There was a knock on the door of the torture chamber. The crazy priestess of the Shallow Waters stopped her depraved action and opened the door. There’s only one person who dared to bother her entertainment and if she defies him, there’s no telling what that lunatic would do.
Soon, the large wolf entered the room which reeked of blood, gore, sweat and sexual fluids. The large wolf frowned at the spectacle, especially the throne which was made from living lizardmen being folded into a chair in an unnatural way. Of course, Lupusrazor’s gaze was drawn downwards to where an ungodly amount of blood and fluid came from. He grimaced, “Clean up and get dressed, the time for Night Raid to come out is near, I want you to follow me.”
Larissa quickly noticed her condition once she had gotten out of her lust-induced stupor and healed herself with Pale Hunter’s blessing. She soon got dressed and left the house with Lupusrazor.
“You expect me to be immune to electricity?” She asked as Lupusrazor casually dropped from the chieftain’s elevated house towards the water.
“You can’t swim in this level of water? Were you that useless? The two days that I’ve given you to consolidate your position in the Lightning Horn Tribe have been in vain, then?” Lupusrazor shook his head. He didn’t wait for Larissa to follow as he dived down deeper towards the lake’s depth.
“Tsk.” She clicked her tongue before enveloping herself in a flexible ice armor. Then, dived down to follow Mordred.
While swimming to catch up Lupusrazor, she saw the traces of Mordred’s battle with the lizardmen chieftain. The scars of the battlefield are engraved in the lake’s depth. Myriad slashing wounds are left on the rocks and soil, becoming nesting grounds for low-rank aquatic lifeforms now. The sheer amount of lightning-path particles attracted multitudes of the lake’s bottom feeders once the battle in the depths ended.
‘I had my suspicions regarding his sword-path attainment, but it seems like my greatest worry isn’t true. These are replications of sword-path methods through sound-path, there’s no lingering destructive [Sword Will] on the battlefield that kills lesser creatures, his sword-path attainment-level should be no higher than Legendary… Most likely at Grandmaster…’ She speculated.
Soon, she saw a large rank 2 aquatic lifeform that swam past Larissa and Lupusrazor. The dinosaur-like long-necked creature acted slowly and carefully in the presence of Lupusrazor. A large claw wound on its belly told a story of its battle with Lupusrazor, as if they were put into place by the werewolf-shark. The spectacle of the rank 2 beast moving aside to let them past made Larissa sigh involuntarily.
“Are we still far?” Larissa complained. The lightning elemental particles in the core area was too much for her to handle, especially when still magnified by the results of the battle that occurred here two days ago. She had already thickened the flexible ice armor thrice but she could still feel the sharp tingling of electricity. If this continues, she’ll have to activate her Mage Armor made for combat.
“No, we’re here.” Lupusrazor stopped on top of a rock. With a wave of his hand, the rock opened up to reveal an empty dark chamber, enough for both of them to fit in. After they went inside, the door closed in and the water was flushed back outside.
“I get the feeling that this facility is both primitive and high tech at the same time…” Larissa commented as she trotted alongside Lupusrazor. The dark stone walls of the secret underground lair are smooth and illuminated by intermittent electric light bulbs. “How did you make them?”
“Refinement-path methods?” Lupusrazor replied with a matter-of-fact tone. “The lightning lake is rich with lightning-path materials. Even the rocks and soil is a great conductor. With slight alteration to their properties, they can be excellent building materials. Anyhow, they are not what’s truly worth discussing.” Both reached a large door that opened automatically by their presence.
After they both entered the small white chamber, the doors closed and a white stream of strong disinfectant washed them clean. Only then, the true door opened that led to the next room.
“You…?” Larissa raised her eyebrows in surprise. What she saw before her was Mordred, his hands holding a scalpel and a strangely-shaped pair of forceps, the medical tools clad in purple-pink lightning sparks. What is curious is that the object that he’s been working on with those tools was revealed to be the exposed brain of the lizardmen chieftain.
The rank 2 lord was reduced to merely an experimental subject at this point. His body, laid on top of a surgical table, faintly twitched once in a while, his face hazy as if his consciousness was occupied somewhere else.
“That’s right, Lupusrazor was on full autopilot. I’ve been busy compiling the A.I, why else have I been distracted this whole time?” Mordred replied with a matter-of-fact tone. “In any case, I need you to return my dimensional storage ring.”
Larissa shrugged her shoulders and started to gag. She vomited out the dimensional ring, into her hands. She then handed it over to Lupusrazor who had already transformed into its humanoid werewolf configuration. Lupusrazor established a telepathic link with the dimensional storage ring once he put it on, and took out various things, most probably to reload some missiles or other consumables, but they were not visible on the surface.
“Did you bother me just for this?” The hunter-priestess is not happy that her happy times were disturbed by Mordred. Of course, the fact that she couldn't reach climax despite heavily overindulging in her free time is making her frustrated.
“You have a poor taste.” Mordred commented . “Instead of indulging yourself, why didn’t you use the time to consolidate your power? There are some command-path methods that you’ve inherited from me, they excel at subjugating the lizardmen… well, at least better than your forceful methods of using fear.”
Naturally, Larissa couldn’t continuously enslave the lizardmen. Her soul foundation would be overburdened by the pressure of suppressing them. Instead, what she did was to release some of them and teach them to serve her through fear and pain. Therefore, slowly eliminating her need to subjugate them through brute force.
“What I do in my spare time is none of your business. You’re not much better, playing with and making corpses and all.” She pointed at the other beds in the room. There are dozens of lizardmen corpses. Most of them are in a bloody state where their internal organs are revealed or harvested, their stomach wide open. None of the corpses are intact, bearing many signs of both post and pre-mortem abuse.
“You are causing pain and torment for entertainment, I am inflicting pain to pursue efficiency during my experiment to reach the absolute truth as a Magus. We. Are. Not. The. Same.”1Mordred, literally:
Larissa rolled her eyes. “Whatever that means.” She spoke in a fed up tone. “Quick, tell me why you summoned me. I believe it’s not for something as mundane as this.”
“Wait, let me finish up.” Mordred stopped tinkering with the former lizardmen chief’s brain and finished his surgery. He put the skeletal bone back where it belonged and then smeared some sort of blood-colored liquid onto the wound.
“Rank 1 refinement-path killer move, [Rapid Bone Reconstruction]!”
The blood-colored potion seethed into the gap of the lizardman's skull and quickly healed the rank 2 Lord. Mordred then released the bindings that sealed the lizardman’s movement, as although it was inert, its twitching would otherwise cause difficulty during his experiments.
Larissa’s sharp senses caught wind, so to speak, of not soul arts, but of magic being used. “Magic? Did you just cast a spell even though you have no mana pool?” Larissa asked in genuine surprise. His methods are typically based on Soul Arts instead of magic due to obvious reasons. It’s news that Mordred had suddenly gained his capability to cast spells, especially since his previous identity is the Great Archmage.
“You’ve never heard of Potion-casting?” Mordred raised his eyebrows, “Primitives.” he shook his head in disappointment. “There’s literally a Heavenly Mana Spring in the lake above, even without a mana pool, I can collect the mana and use them. Anyhow, I’m going to elaborate the plan of action after Night Raid returns from the Elemental Repository.”
“Wait a minute!” Larissa interjected. “Can you elaborate about potion-casting? I also wanted to quickly regain the ability to cast spells! This body is still immature, it’ll take a few years until my mana pool awakens.”
“Ugh.” Mordred reveals an expression as if it was a bother. “You, stop pretending to be asleep. I’ve healed your soul and repaired your genetic sequence, you should be as healthy as a bull.” Mordred spoke to the lizardmen chieftain.
“I have a name.” The lizardmen chieftain stood up and retorted.
“I don’t give a fuck. Do what you’re made for.” Mordred nudged his chin at Lupusrazor, gently implying that it needs to get this incel the fuck out of this facility, which was fortunately translated telepathically in simple terms for the unfeeling machine. Since Lupusrazor’s A.I had Mordred as the highest clearance, it naturally escorted the lizardman out, who was more than happy to leave the room stained with the blood of his comrades behind, despite his demeanor.
“Now that the obstruction is out, I’ll explain it briefly.” Mordred started to speak. “How much did you know about spell cards?”
“A mass production, multi-use consumable that was designed to completely eradicate the need for clunky, ingenuitive scrolls.” Larissa answered. “Your Space Marines used them a lot in that war against me, it would be less likely for me to not have comprehensive knowledge about them.”
Mordred smirked. “That’s right. The Delcroix clansmen are mostly antimages, they cannot use magic, so my spell cards granted them some level of spellcasting capabilities. Since your memories are not muddled, then it’s easier to explain. Potion-casting is not too much of a difference. In fact, they are literally the same with orthodox spellcasting methods, but the spell catalyst is already mixed with all the required components, making them a literal spell-in-a-bottle.”
“Are you crazy?” The priestess was shocked. “It’s not like nobody had tried doing so, but the spell catalyst will be mixed with liquid mana and immediately active. A ‘spell potion’ will be extremely volatile. Even if you used magnetic confinement, most spell potions wouldn’t last for long and it’ll be restricted to lightning-path spells!”
Mordred smiled.
“Don’t tell me… you’ve found a method to solve the conflict of materials?” She looked at Mordred’s smug smile. “No way…”
Larissa is still in denial. “How? You don’t have your previous Secret Plane to conduct experiments of this level… unless…” She reached a revelation by connecting the dots, pulling thousands of years of experience to come to a conclusion that she had to come back to several times due to the sheer incredulity of it. “That foreign path that your Magus ally invented…?”
Mordred felt it was a good time to intimidate and make Larissa Agatha motivated to stay at his side. “Rule-path.” He paused, smirking. “In my previous life, I have yet to find any trace of its development within Morgen World or all other great worlds within the boundary of this Astral Supercluster.”
He added, “Naturally, it’s too soon for me to start handing down rule-path inheritances due to my lack of attainment, but it doesn't mean I can’t use rule-path’s profundity in my refinement. After all, it has a great reference on how to balance and lessen the conflict of paths.”
‘That being said, command-path was also the result of deriving enslavement-path with rule-path together. Big brother took a lot of effort to steal them from Chaos Nemesis, the magus progenitor of rule-path. That damned Intelligent Metal… if not for her supporting Chaos Nemesis, our assault back then would be much easier…’ Mordred’s thoughts couldn’t help but recall the situation back then.
“Rule…path?” Larissa muttered the name. The categorization of cultivation into ‘paths’ was originally introduced by the ‘Great Archmage’ Mordred a few hundred years ago, it quickly gained popularity in myriad worlds due to various reasons.
But even then, concept paths like ‘enslavement’, ‘wisdom’ and ‘refinement’ and also weapon paths such as ‘sword’ and ‘spear’ are typically uncategorized. Yes, there are unique cultivators out there, especially since there are countless worlds even within this Astral Supercluster alone, but with her thousands of years of lifespans, she had never heard the concept of ‘rule’ as a cultivation path.
“You Magi… cultivated in strange directions…”
“Naturally, there will be pioneers who thread unorthodox paths, just like myself being the pioneer of sound-path in my homeworld, but our end goal is still the same: to pursue the Absolute Truth.” Mordred paused. “That’s why we call them ‘paths’. The end goal could be similar, but there are countless ‘paths’ that we can take to reach it. The truth isn’t that inflexible, after all.”
“I see…” Larissa turned silent. This was her first time hearing of Mordred's resolve and his standing as a Magus, so she wouldn’t do anything to stop her from gleaning information. “It seems like ‘Magus’ is not an occupation, but a state of mind.” She whispered to herself.
“Yes.” Mordred said, his voice taking a very different tone in a rare moment of genuinity. “Now then, since I’ve quelled your curiosity, let’s start planning about our next action.” Mordred’s talk of a new path and his genuine answer disrupted Larissa’s train of thoughts twice in a very short timespan so she was left in a brief daze. “You’ll be leaving with Night Raid back to the human city, we’re going to separate for a bit…”
“Why?” Larissa quickly regained her attention, replacing it with her usual front. “It’s easier for us to move together.”
“No. I still need some time to awaken my Lightning and we have to diffuse our negative karma.” Mordred explained. “With the resources I harvested from Lightning Lake, I’ve upgraded Lupusrazor further, but doing so would mean an intense accumulation of karma, which means my luck would free fall further into the negatives. That’s why we’ll have to diffuse it by separating.”
Larissa is against this, because separating from Mordred means she’ll have to work hard. She doesn’t want to work if she can help it.
“Lupusrazor will be following you, of course. Although I said I’m upgrading it, the hardware-side was already done. As for the software-side, it is in progress.” Mordred tapped his head. “It should be done by tomorrow morning.”
“Oh, what do you have in mind?”
“Obviously, Fenris Wolf Brood isn’t a solitary creature.” Mordred smiled. “Back then, I couldn’t refine multiple energy reactors, but with the resources found in the lightning lake, I’ve refined an energy reactor and a wireless energy transfer system for Lupusrazor. In a sense, Lupusrazor is no longer a body part for an undead machinery like myself, but a true Power Armor… or should I call it an SAA (Special Assault Armor) now? Naturally, without me using it, it cannot produce performance equal to a rank 2 Lord or use the AT-Field. But anyhow, I believe you’ll be more than happy if Lupusrazor can lead… a ‘wolfpack’ so to speak.”
“Alright. I’m listening.” Larissa’s adamant rejection towards Mordreds’ plan to separate has been thawed.
….
Half an hour later. Larissa Agatha had returned to the surface, leaving Mordred with Lupusrazor alone.
Mordred stared blankly as Lupusrazor who transferred information through a telepathic link.
“How much masturbation, again?” He frowned, taking in more details than he bargained for. “That scheming whore is sharp as always. She’s trying to break the seal that my previous self, the ‘Great Archmage’, left on that body. As a former succubus, the action of sex is a cultivation method… there’s no telling what kind of ritual that she used. Negative telepathic emotions such as resentment, pain, and fear are excellent wisdom-path resources. I bet that she’s been using them to poke around the seal’s boundary…”
Mordred touched his literally sculpted chin in ponderation. “Well, without constant effort, she cannot break the self-healing layers of seals. She shouldn’t be able to detach her soul and switch bodies… Kayros, the Chronophagous Demonic Dragon, has a great influence towards her personality and habit. The current her should be as lazy as a dragon… but who can say ‘Larissa’ didn’t have a scheme of her own.”
He sighed. “Or maybe… Kayros’ personality is like this in the first place. As an apex predator who consumes immemorial year beasts as a staple food, its thinking pattern can’t be that simple. Perhaps, Kayros is using the ‘Great Archmage’s seal to weaken ‘Larissa’s’ resistance further?” He pondered it for a moment, but quickly put it aside. “Damn it, it’s too complicated for me to properly plan ahead. Even if I can handle Kayros, there’s two other immemorial demonic dragons vying for personality supremacy within Larissa’s truesoul. This must be the karmic retaliation from them all. Have… I bit off more than I can chew?”
Mordred took a seat as he massaged the point between his eyebrows. After a lengthy pondering, he made a decision. “‘Don’t stick your dick in crazy’, especially someone with a literal multiple personality disorder, but here I am…”
Abruptly, he waved his hand in a mechanical motion, summoning his spectral soul, Ymir, from his phylactery.
“Command us.” Ymir appeared like a shadow. Spectral Souls excel in possessing lesser minds such as beasts and animals, they can also phase through physical objects up to a certain thickness. Despite their lack of combat potential, they can be used as a substitute for enslavement-path methods or used as sentries in most cases.
“I’ve slowly raised my soul foundation to 110-man soul recently, but I can’t let Larissa roam free without oversight.”
He added, "She's familiar with my soul-path creatures, therefore, I'll be conducting a soul-life alteration surgery to refine you from a Spectral Soul into an information-path lifeform, Ekatroncheiron."
"Originally, I was planning to snatch some Deopirs from Night Raid as the base material, but we have no time… I'll sacrifice 10-man souls of my Chaldean Soul as a replacement, it would delay my advancement to rank 2, but this is a necessary sacrifice. The rest of the materials will be substituted by using lightning elementals…" Mordred murmured.
Naturally, as a split soul, Ymir wouldn't decline any of his main soul's arrangements. He hadn’t in life, and nor could he do so in “death”.
Soleil Sorry for the lack of activities. It's hard to write with a borrowed laptop with i3 core and 1gb ram. Anyhow, this is the chapter of this week, which wouldn't be possible without the help of my boi Engie. Also, am experimenting to put memes, the DNA of the soul, inside the page. Do tell if they are annoying. Thank you and once again sorry for the lack of updates ;-;
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Two days later, in the chieftain’s fortified house which was reconstructed hastily.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!” A rank 1 lizardman who was bound by ropes had his eyes gouged by Larissa Agatha’s pale white hand. Her thin fingers, which seem fragile, are able to exert strength so great that the nerve endings of the lizardman’s eyes are plucked effortlessly.
For some reason, other than the fleshy tendons that connected the eyes with the brain, she did not damage the nerves, therefore conserving the lizardman’s body from unnecessary damage.
“Ahn~ nnn…” She moaned as she ate the eyeball. While licking her bloody fingers that plucked the eye. Her wet juice was heavily dripping under stimulation, yet she acted as if she couldn’t feel the sensation.
“This is bad… I thought that I could reach climax, but no matter how much I did it, I can’t…” She kept rubbing her fingers and mastrubated with higher intensity, her thigh already dank with fluid.
Feeling the lack of stimulation, she extends her finger once more towards the lizardman whose eyes have been plucked. Her finger suddenly combusted with dark red fire that contained a bit of chaotic black lightning within.
This was one of her two demonic fires.
The demonic fire latched onto the poor lizardman, it mutated the lizardman's flesh as well as burning them. Dark red veins of corrupted flesh spread at the lizardman’s body, he convoluted uncontrollably. The lizardman screamed atop of his lungs due to the torment, yet Larissa did not allow the demonic fire to spread.
Bathed under the torment of the lizardman, Larissa Agatha’s excitement increases. However, she frowned because the scream only came from one source.
“When did I tell you to stop?” She asked, turning from the burning lizardmen, her tone is as cold as her Chronophagous Hoarfrost.
The other lizardmen who are not tightly bound with ropes felt their scaly scalp tingle. Her murderous intent so sharp that it could affect the minds of rank 1 beings.
The lizardmen who were subjugated but not enslaved with her methods had no way of measurably defying her. They continued to torture their own kin to satisfy the sadistic nun’s whim.
She, who enjoys immersing in the torment of the lizardmen, started another round of mastrubation. She immersed herself in a throne made of warm lizardmen flesh, continuing to play with herself in response to the physically and mentally tormented lizardmen.
Despite the increase of entertainment for the demonic woman, her desire could simply not be satisfied. “Mordred… Ahn~ I want you to make a mess out of me…” She whispered, but she simply could not reach climax.
She, unironically, froze for a moment, an lascivious idea appearing in her head. Using the moisture in the air, she collected it and froze it to produce a replica of Mordred’s genitalia. She immediately started ramming her holes with it. “Ah~ This is… Hhn~ better than… using my own finger.. Ahh~”
The lizardmen can only watch in fear while inflicting pain to their own clansmen. Those that they tortured are the ones that defied Larissa’s orders. It was better to be the one who tortures rather than the one being tortured.
Larissa’s movement with her hand increases, her warm, meaty “throne” already drenched from her pussy juice. “Mordred… I will step you beneath my heels and… Ahn~” She indulges herself in what can be only described as vicerally detailed revenge rape against Mordred, the one who “killed” and enslaved her for decades. “Why~ Why can’t I…” she whimpered in frustration.
At this moment, her body convulsed, her undulating vagina discharge sexual fluid mixed with blood- both her blood and that of her victims- in a force that caused the torrential stream to catch what little sunlight strone into the room. She then lost control of her body for a brief second, having seizure-like convulsions, eyes muddy from the climax.
Almost a moment later, her muddy eyes returned back to clarity, her hand movement restarted with an unending lust. “Mordred… why… why? Even though I’ve done things this far, why can’t cum by myself…” She whimpered in frustration once more as her vaginal walls had already bled due to the abuse.
The lizardmen who were forced to participate weren’t surprised at this. Some of them who survived from Larissa’s selection knew that the crazy woman had climaxed 187 times in these two long days, like she was cursed by something so that her mind does not register the climax. It was so bad that her body’s extreme regenerative factor could not outpace the damage that she was doing to herself.
Naturally, the resentment of being forced to torment their own kin made the lizardmen feel a tinge of satisfaction at Larissa's condition, but it was still an unpleasant, if not highly undignifying display, but even so, no one dared to say that.
There was a knock on the door of the torture chamber. The crazy priestess of the Shallow Waters stopped her depraved action and opened the door. There’s only one person who dared to bother her entertainment and if she defies him, there’s no telling what that lunatic would do.
Soon, the large wolf entered the room which reeked of blood, gore, sweat and sexual fluids. The large wolf frowned at the spectacle, especially the throne which was made from living lizardmen being folded into a chair in an unnatural way. Of course, Lupusrazor’s gaze was drawn downwards to where an ungodly amount of blood and fluid came from. He grimaced, “Clean up and get dressed, the time for Night Raid to come out is near, I want you to follow me.”
Larissa quickly noticed her condition once she had gotten out of her lust-induced stupor and healed herself with Pale Hunter’s blessing. She soon got dressed and left the house with Lupusrazor.
“You expect me to be immune to electricity?” She asked as Lupusrazor casually dropped from the chieftain’s elevated house towards the water.
“You can’t swim in this level of water? Were you that useless? The two days that I’ve given you to consolidate your position in the Lightning Horn Tribe have been in vain, then?” Lupusrazor shook his head. He didn’t wait for Larissa to follow as he dived down deeper towards the lake’s depth.
“Tsk.” She clicked her tongue before enveloping herself in a flexible ice armor. Then, dived down to follow Mordred.
While swimming to catch up Lupusrazor, she saw the traces of Mordred’s battle with the lizardmen chieftain. The scars of the battlefield are engraved in the lake’s depth. Myriad slashing wounds are left on the rocks and soil, becoming nesting grounds for low-rank aquatic lifeforms now. The sheer amount of lightning-path particles attracted multitudes of the lake’s bottom feeders once the battle in the depths ended.
‘I had my suspicions regarding his sword-path attainment, but it seems like my greatest worry isn’t true. These are replications of sword-path methods through sound-path, there’s no lingering destructive [Sword Will] on the battlefield that kills lesser creatures, his sword-path attainment-level should be no higher than Legendary… Most likely at Grandmaster…’ She speculated.
Soon, she saw a large rank 2 aquatic lifeform that swam past Larissa and Lupusrazor. The dinosaur-like long-necked creature acted slowly and carefully in the presence of Lupusrazor. A large claw wound on its belly told a story of its battle with Lupusrazor, as if they were put into place by the werewolf-shark. The spectacle of the rank 2 beast moving aside to let them past made Larissa sigh involuntarily.
“Are we still far?” Larissa complained. The lightning elemental particles in the core area was too much for her to handle, especially when still magnified by the results of the battle that occurred here two days ago. She had already thickened the flexible ice armor thrice but she could still feel the sharp tingling of electricity. If this continues, she’ll have to activate her Mage Armor made for combat.
“No, we’re here.” Lupusrazor stopped on top of a rock. With a wave of his hand, the rock opened up to reveal an empty dark chamber, enough for both of them to fit in. After they went inside, the door closed in and the water was flushed back outside.
“I get the feeling that this facility is both primitive and high tech at the same time…” Larissa commented as she trotted alongside Lupusrazor. The dark stone walls of the secret underground lair are smooth and illuminated by intermittent electric light bulbs. “How did you make them?”
“Refinement-path methods?” Lupusrazor replied with a matter-of-fact tone. “The lightning lake is rich with lightning-path materials. Even the rocks and soil is a great conductor. With slight alteration to their properties, they can be excellent building materials. Anyhow, they are not what’s truly worth discussing.” Both reached a large door that opened automatically by their presence.
After they both entered the small white chamber, the doors closed and a white stream of strong disinfectant washed them clean. Only then, the true door opened that led to the next room.
“You…?” Larissa raised her eyebrows in surprise. What she saw before her was Mordred, his hands holding a scalpel and a strangely-shaped pair of forceps, the medical tools clad in purple-pink lightning sparks. What is curious is that the object that he’s been working on with those tools was revealed to be the exposed brain of the lizardmen chieftain.
The rank 2 lord was reduced to merely an experimental subject at this point. His body, laid on top of a surgical table, faintly twitched once in a while, his face hazy as if his consciousness was occupied somewhere else.
“That’s right, Lupusrazor was on full autopilot. I’ve been busy compiling the A.I, why else have I been distracted this whole time?” Mordred replied with a matter-of-fact tone. “In any case, I need you to return my dimensional storage ring.”
Larissa shrugged her shoulders and started to gag. She vomited out the dimensional ring, into her hands. She then handed it over to Lupusrazor who had already transformed into its humanoid werewolf configuration. Lupusrazor established a telepathic link with the dimensional storage ring once he put it on, and took out various things, most probably to reload some missiles or other consumables, but they were not visible on the surface.
“Did you bother me just for this?” The hunter-priestess is not happy that her happy times were disturbed by Mordred. Of course, the fact that she couldn't reach climax despite heavily overindulging in her free time is making her frustrated.
“You have a poor taste.” Mordred commented . “Instead of indulging yourself, why didn’t you use the time to consolidate your power? There are some command-path methods that you’ve inherited from me, they excel at subjugating the lizardmen… well, at least better than your forceful methods of using fear.”
Naturally, Larissa couldn’t continuously enslave the lizardmen. Her soul foundation would be overburdened by the pressure of suppressing them. Instead, what she did was to release some of them and teach them to serve her through fear and pain. Therefore, slowly eliminating her need to subjugate them through brute force.
“What I do in my spare time is none of your business. You’re not much better, playing with and making corpses and all.” She pointed at the other beds in the room. There are dozens of lizardmen corpses. Most of them are in a bloody state where their internal organs are revealed or harvested, their stomach wide open. None of the corpses are intact, bearing many signs of both post and pre-mortem abuse.
“You are causing pain and torment for entertainment, I am inflicting pain to pursue efficiency during my experiment to reach the absolute truth as a Magus. We. Are. Not. The. Same.”1Mordred, literally:
Larissa rolled her eyes. “Whatever that means.” She spoke in a fed up tone. “Quick, tell me why you summoned me. I believe it’s not for something as mundane as this.”
“Wait, let me finish up.” Mordred stopped tinkering with the former lizardmen chief’s brain and finished his surgery. He put the skeletal bone back where it belonged and then smeared some sort of blood-colored liquid onto the wound.
“Rank 1 refinement-path killer move, [Rapid Bone Reconstruction]!”
The blood-colored potion seethed into the gap of the lizardman's skull and quickly healed the rank 2 Lord. Mordred then released the bindings that sealed the lizardman’s movement, as although it was inert, its twitching would otherwise cause difficulty during his experiments.
Larissa’s sharp senses caught wind, so to speak, of not soul arts, but of magic being used. “Magic? Did you just cast a spell even though you have no mana pool?” Larissa asked in genuine surprise. His methods are typically based on Soul Arts instead of magic due to obvious reasons. It’s news that Mordred had suddenly gained his capability to cast spells, especially since his previous identity is the Great Archmage.
“You’ve never heard of Potion-casting?” Mordred raised his eyebrows, “Primitives.” he shook his head in disappointment. “There’s literally a Heavenly Mana Spring in the lake above, even without a mana pool, I can collect the mana and use them. Anyhow, I’m going to elaborate the plan of action after Night Raid returns from the Elemental Repository.”
“Wait a minute!” Larissa interjected. “Can you elaborate about potion-casting? I also wanted to quickly regain the ability to cast spells! This body is still immature, it’ll take a few years until my mana pool awakens.”
“Ugh.” Mordred reveals an expression as if it was a bother. “You, stop pretending to be asleep. I’ve healed your soul and repaired your genetic sequence, you should be as healthy as a bull.” Mordred spoke to the lizardmen chieftain.
“I have a name.” The lizardmen chieftain stood up and retorted.
“I don’t give a fuck. Do what you’re made for.” Mordred nudged his chin at Lupusrazor, gently implying that it needs to get this incel the fuck out of this facility, which was fortunately translated telepathically in simple terms for the unfeeling machine. Since Lupusrazor’s A.I had Mordred as the highest clearance, it naturally escorted the lizardman out, who was more than happy to leave the room stained with the blood of his comrades behind, despite his demeanor.
“Now that the obstruction is out, I’ll explain it briefly.” Mordred started to speak. “How much did you know about spell cards?”
“A mass production, multi-use consumable that was designed to completely eradicate the need for clunky, ingenuitive scrolls.” Larissa answered. “Your Space Marines used them a lot in that war against me, it would be less likely for me to not have comprehensive knowledge about them.”
Mordred smirked. “That’s right. The Delcroix clansmen are mostly antimages, they cannot use magic, so my spell cards granted them some level of spellcasting capabilities. Since your memories are not muddled, then it’s easier to explain. Potion-casting is not too much of a difference. In fact, they are literally the same with orthodox spellcasting methods, but the spell catalyst is already mixed with all the required components, making them a literal spell-in-a-bottle.”
“Are you crazy?” The priestess was shocked. “It’s not like nobody had tried doing so, but the spell catalyst will be mixed with liquid mana and immediately active. A ‘spell potion’ will be extremely volatile. Even if you used magnetic confinement, most spell potions wouldn’t last for long and it’ll be restricted to lightning-path spells!”
Mordred smiled.
“Don’t tell me… you’ve found a method to solve the conflict of materials?” She looked at Mordred’s smug smile. “No way…”
Larissa is still in denial. “How? You don’t have your previous Secret Plane to conduct experiments of this level… unless…” She reached a revelation by connecting the dots, pulling thousands of years of experience to come to a conclusion that she had to come back to several times due to the sheer incredulity of it. “That foreign path that your Magus ally invented…?”
Mordred felt it was a good time to intimidate and make Larissa Agatha motivated to stay at his side. “Rule-path.” He paused, smirking. “In my previous life, I have yet to find any trace of its development within Morgen World or all other great worlds within the boundary of this Astral Supercluster.”
He added, “Naturally, it’s too soon for me to start handing down rule-path inheritances due to my lack of attainment, but it doesn't mean I can’t use rule-path’s profundity in my refinement. After all, it has a great reference on how to balance and lessen the conflict of paths.”
‘That being said, command-path was also the result of deriving enslavement-path with rule-path together. Big brother took a lot of effort to steal them from Chaos Nemesis, the magus progenitor of rule-path. That damned Intelligent Metal… if not for her supporting Chaos Nemesis, our assault back then would be much easier…’ Mordred’s thoughts couldn’t help but recall the situation back then.
“Rule…path?” Larissa muttered the name. The categorization of cultivation into ‘paths’ was originally introduced by the ‘Great Archmage’ Mordred a few hundred years ago, it quickly gained popularity in myriad worlds due to various reasons.
But even then, concept paths like ‘enslavement’, ‘wisdom’ and ‘refinement’ and also weapon paths such as ‘sword’ and ‘spear’ are typically uncategorized. Yes, there are unique cultivators out there, especially since there are countless worlds even within this Astral Supercluster alone, but with her thousands of years of lifespans, she had never heard the concept of ‘rule’ as a cultivation path.
“You Magi… cultivated in strange directions…”
“Naturally, there will be pioneers who thread unorthodox paths, just like myself being the pioneer of sound-path in my homeworld, but our end goal is still the same: to pursue the Absolute Truth.” Mordred paused. “That’s why we call them ‘paths’. The end goal could be similar, but there are countless ‘paths’ that we can take to reach it. The truth isn’t that inflexible, after all.”
“I see…” Larissa turned silent. This was her first time hearing of Mordred's resolve and his standing as a Magus, so she wouldn’t do anything to stop her from gleaning information. “It seems like ‘Magus’ is not an occupation, but a state of mind.” She whispered to herself.
“Yes.” Mordred said, his voice taking a very different tone in a rare moment of genuinity. “Now then, since I’ve quelled your curiosity, let’s start planning about our next action.” Mordred’s talk of a new path and his genuine answer disrupted Larissa’s train of thoughts twice in a very short timespan so she was left in a brief daze. “You’ll be leaving with Night Raid back to the human city, we’re going to separate for a bit…”
“Why?” Larissa quickly regained her attention, replacing it with her usual front. “It’s easier for us to move together.”
“No. I still need some time to awaken my Lightning and we have to diffuse our negative karma.” Mordred explained. “With the resources I harvested from Lightning Lake, I’ve upgraded Lupusrazor further, but doing so would mean an intense accumulation of karma, which means my luck would free fall further into the negatives. That’s why we’ll have to diffuse it by separating.”
Larissa is against this, because separating from Mordred means she’ll have to work hard. She doesn’t want to work if she can help it.
“Lupusrazor will be following you, of course. Although I said I’m upgrading it, the hardware-side was already done. As for the software-side, it is in progress.” Mordred tapped his head. “It should be done by tomorrow morning.”
“Oh, what do you have in mind?”
“Obviously, Fenris Wolf Brood isn’t a solitary creature.” Mordred smiled. “Back then, I couldn’t refine multiple energy reactors, but with the resources found in the lightning lake, I’ve refined an energy reactor and a wireless energy transfer system for Lupusrazor. In a sense, Lupusrazor is no longer a body part for an undead machinery like myself, but a true Power Armor… or should I call it an SAA (Special Assault Armor) now? Naturally, without me using it, it cannot produce performance equal to a rank 2 Lord or use the AT-Field. But anyhow, I believe you’ll be more than happy if Lupusrazor can lead… a ‘wolfpack’ so to speak.”
“Alright. I’m listening.” Larissa’s adamant rejection towards Mordreds’ plan to separate has been thawed.
….
Half an hour later. Larissa Agatha had returned to the surface, leaving Mordred with Lupusrazor alone.
Mordred stared blankly as Lupusrazor who transferred information through a telepathic link.
“How much masturbation, again?” He frowned, taking in more details than he bargained for. “That scheming whore is sharp as always. She’s trying to break the seal that my previous self, the ‘Great Archmage’, left on that body. As a former succubus, the action of sex is a cultivation method… there’s no telling what kind of ritual that she used. Negative telepathic emotions such as resentment, pain, and fear are excellent wisdom-path resources. I bet that she’s been using them to poke around the seal’s boundary…”
Mordred touched his literally sculpted chin in ponderation. “Well, without constant effort, she cannot break the self-healing layers of seals. She shouldn’t be able to detach her soul and switch bodies… Kayros, the Chronophagous Demonic Dragon, has a great influence towards her personality and habit. The current her should be as lazy as a dragon… but who can say ‘Larissa’ didn’t have a scheme of her own.”
He sighed. “Or maybe… Kayros’ personality is like this in the first place. As an apex predator who consumes immemorial year beasts as a staple food, its thinking pattern can’t be that simple. Perhaps, Kayros is using the ‘Great Archmage’s seal to weaken ‘Larissa’s’ resistance further?” He pondered it for a moment, but quickly put it aside. “Damn it, it’s too complicated for me to properly plan ahead. Even if I can handle Kayros, there’s two other immemorial demonic dragons vying for personality supremacy within Larissa’s truesoul. This must be the karmic retaliation from them all. Have… I bit off more than I can chew?”
Mordred took a seat as he massaged the point between his eyebrows. After a lengthy pondering, he made a decision. “‘Don’t stick your dick in crazy’, especially someone with a literal multiple personality disorder, but here I am…”
Abruptly, he waved his hand in a mechanical motion, summoning his spectral soul, Ymir, from his phylactery.
“Command us.” Ymir appeared like a shadow. Spectral Souls excel in possessing lesser minds such as beasts and animals, they can also phase through physical objects up to a certain thickness. Despite their lack of combat potential, they can be used as a substitute for enslavement-path methods or used as sentries in most cases.
“I’ve slowly raised my soul foundation to 110-man soul recently, but I can’t let Larissa roam free without oversight.”
He added, "She's familiar with my soul-path creatures, therefore, I'll be conducting a soul-life alteration surgery to refine you from a Spectral Soul into an information-path lifeform, Ekatroncheiron."
"Originally, I was planning to snatch some Deopirs from Night Raid as the base material, but we have no time… I'll sacrifice 10-man souls of my Chaldean Soul as a replacement, it would delay my advancement to rank 2, but this is a necessary sacrifice. The rest of the materials will be substituted by using lightning elementals…" Mordred murmured.
Naturally, as a split soul, Ymir wouldn't decline any of his main soul's arrangements. He hadn’t in life, and nor could he do so in “death”.
Soleil Sorry for the lack of activities. It's hard to write with a borrowed laptop with i3 core and 1gb ram. Anyhow, this is the chapter of this week, which wouldn't be possible without the help of my boi Engie. Also, am experimenting to put memes, the DNA of the soul, inside the page. Do tell if they are annoying. Thank you and once again sorry for the lack of updates ;-;
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